Chapter 35- Pachakuti

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Lydia's pov

"Los pollitos dicen pio, pio, pio!" I sang to Reagan, who was in the back in her baby seat. Henry smiles brightly over at me as I sang for our baby. He tried singing along with the few words he knew so far.

We were heading back to my parents' house after they informed us that they fired Maya and suspend Ace and Kat from school for a few weeks

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We were heading back to my parents' house after they informed us that they fired Maya and suspend Ace and Kat from school for a few weeks. Mom and Grandma thought it best that I came to show them the basics of magic to get better control over their power and gain confidence with them.

I sighed, looking over at Reagan teething at the iron pacifier.

I sighed, looking over at Reagan teething at the iron pacifier

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"You okay, Ly?"

"Yea, it's just this whole thing with primas, and their power awakening has everyone on edge. The only hybrid I've known to perform magic is Tia Lyra, the only known hybrid to do so. I'm afraid now because if my primas can have magic, that means Reagan can too." I admitted that my daughter has power, and her father's traits don't scare me; it's what others might do to her to achieve that power.

"Lydia, remember the first time have you ever lost control of your magic?" Henry asks, driving through the neighbors towards the end of the valley where our family house stands.

"Lydia, remember the first time have you ever lost control of your magic?" Henry asks, driving through the neighbors towards the end of the valley where our family house stands

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"Yes, I was four. I got upset when my Dad was working overtime and couldn't play with me," I remembered living back in New York was unpleasant, and the fact she and her brother weren't allowed to visit her Aunt or Uncle for a reason unknown to her to this day.

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